Out of Service Today

A nasty bug has been lurking in our house.  

While I am still here, my “here” is really about fifteen feet away on the couch with blankets and tea.  Know that I have not forgotten about you, dear friends.  Here is a poem I wrote in college after feeling just about as I do now.  

I remember years ago.  Whenever one of us was sick, my siblings and I would always try to help each other.  Our gestures didn’t always turn out too helpful sometimes.  I’m sure you can relate!

 

I’M SICK

I’m sick of being sick,
and I’m tired of being tired.
But Mama, tell my brother
who spills my soup
and steals the remote—
He’s fired!